Meet Up on Another Page {narry} **discontinued**

Chapter 18

Wrote this on my phone, sorry for any mistakes!

-

Niall's POV

"Uh, hey Abby." I stammer out.

"What have you been up to, Ni? Ignoring my texts and calls, obviously." She slinks closer to me, gently placing her small hand on the top of my arm, lightly sliding her fingers along the length of my upper arm. Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry tense.

I shake her off. "What do you need?" I curtly reply, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Oh, come on. Relax a little. Can't we just catch up?" Abby puts on seductive smile, the same one she used to use on me to convince me that she wasn't just with me for money or fame. Obviously she hasn't learned that I can see right through it.

"No, we can't. What do you need?" I repeat, taking a step back away from her.

She crosses her thin arms across her chest, her fake facade broken as a look of anger and annoyance crosses her face.

"Fine. I heard that you cut Derek out of the deal. I just wanted to know what was going on with our restaurant."

"Our restaurant? Obviously you don't understand what it meant that I cut Derek out of the deal. It's my restaurant and my restaurant alone, Abby."

"Oh please, you never could have started all of this without my help."

"Fuck you, Abby. Sure, I thought I needed yours and Derek's help at first, but honestly neither of you helped me at all. I had enough money on my own and he obviously knows nothing about owning a restaurant. If anything, you've made this all more difficult for me!"

"Is that why your London branch is shutting down then? Because you're a big boy and can do this all on your own?" Abby arrogantly smirks at me.

"It's not shutting down, I would know if it's shutting down. They'd have to contact me about it first." At least, I think they do.

"Nope, you left Margret fully in charge, remember?"

My jaw drops as Abby continues to speak. I can't believe I forgot to check in with Margret... I can't believe she hasn't contacted me! She's been a good friend for so long, I thought I could trust her with the restaurant.

"It seems little Margret just couldn't get things under control over there. And her pride must have prevented her from contacting you since you obviously know nothing about this. And all along you thought you could trust her with such an essential part of your business!" Abby's fully smiling now, taunting me with this unknown information.

"Abby, I think it's time you left." I turn to see Harry shyly stepping forward.

"Oh, I'm just getting started!" Abby laughs before Harry approaches her.

"Abby. Go. Now." Harry takes on an uncharacteristically harsh tone and towers over Abby as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Fine." Abby takes a step back from him and turns to me. "I just wanted to see your poor, broken little face when I told you that this whole restaurant dream of yours is falling apart." Abby's words drip with venom before she turns and saunters back over to her car. Harry and I both watch in silence as she gets in and drives away, remaining quiet long after she's gone.

"So much for ending on good terms, huh?" Harry attempts to joke, breaking the silence.

"Harry, I need to go to London."

-

Harry's POV

I sit up on Niall's bed with my legs crossed as I patiently watch him pack up his small suitcase.